Billy Bragg
Mon Oct 30, 2006 8:52 pm
Heard Weller do a fantastic version of "That's Entertainment" on Electric Proms last night.
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philipchevron - Harlequin
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Tue Oct 31, 2006 9:24 pm
Weller also played a song with that tosspot from Hard-Fi on guest vocals, which was a bit like The Pogues playing with Will Young as singer. You just don't go there. Shame on you Mr Weller.
"It might be so much fucking plastic to somebody else,
But to me it's everything."
But to me it's everything."
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Tue Oct 31, 2006 9:25 pm
nboldock wrote:Weller also played a song with that tosspot from Hard-Fi on guest vocals, which was a bit like The Pogues playing with Will Young as singer. You just don't go there. Shame on you Mr Weller.
How's Will Young's Irish stew?
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Wed Nov 01, 2006 2:04 am
Oh Philip..
Will Young,...
Yes, ok sir.... Have me.
Will Young,...
Yes, ok sir.... Have me.
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Sun Nov 12, 2006 1:00 am
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d593I8cFUHM
This is harry the hamster on youtube please dont play it until after the watershed in case little ears get offended its definitly not the kind of talk you want yer little ones to be coming out with in the school playground
This is harry the hamster on youtube please dont play it until after the watershed in case little ears get offended its definitly not the kind of talk you want yer little ones to be coming out with in the school playground
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I love Billy Bragg. Though I'm a late discoverer, because of my generation. But I know "Back to Basics" inch by inch, and I clearly remember putting my brother's vynil on and being totally caught and wrapped by Billy's guitar and words. I play Levi Stubb's Tears with me band, and hope to see Billy Bragg in concert sometime. He's been a soundtrack for my life.
Then they'll take you to Cloughprior
Shove you in the ground
But you'll stick your head back out and shout
"Let's have another round!"
Shove you in the ground
But you'll stick your head back out and shout
"Let's have another round!"
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Billie - Arlecchino
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Mon Dec 11, 2006 2:00 am
Billie wrote:I love Billy Bragg. Though I'm a late discoverer, because of my generation. But I know "Back to Basics" inch by inch, and I clearly remember putting my brother's vynil on and being totally caught and wrapped by Billy's guitar and words. I play Levi Stubb's Tears with me band, and hope to see Billy Bragg in concert sometime. He's been a soundtrack for my life.
Its not just your generation, i am late to billy bragg and sure i'm old enough to be your mother. i just thank everyone who wrote about him on this site that enlightened me!
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Mon Dec 11, 2006 8:10 am
Off to see Mr Bragg tonight. 
Likes the warm feeling but is tired of all the dehydration.
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Mon Dec 11, 2006 3:47 pm
THROW A FAT TOMATO AT HIM FOR ME
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bangon the john - Pedrolino
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Mon Dec 11, 2006 3:55 pm
bangon the john wrote:THROW A FAT TOMATO AT HIM FOR ME
Now why would anyone want to do that? Besides, my old mum taught me never to waste food.
Likes the warm feeling but is tired of all the dehydration.
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Mon Dec 11, 2006 6:22 pm
For being a cling on to the irish folk music scene
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Tue Dec 12, 2006 8:12 am
Excellent gig by Mr Bragg last night. Mix of old favs and new songs, with a few covers thrown in. Very political, of course, very intelligent, very funny and very astute. And not a "cling on" to anything, I think (whatever that may mean 
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Tour continues this week. Catch him if you can.
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Tour continues this week. Catch him if you can.
Likes the warm feeling but is tired of all the dehydration.
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Tue Dec 12, 2006 10:14 am
THIS SONG REMINDS ME OF HIM
Oh I am a folk musician, though my songs are seldom sold
'Cause I massacre the music with three feet of Spanish chipboard
and a capo
I do requests;
Just the ones that got three chords and then I disregard the rest
And when Dylan dies I'll maybe be the best
Seeking free beer and expenses I come looking for a job
But I never get no offers--
Just a come on from some groupie in lower Sackville
(down on 6th St.)
I do declare--
I've had problems with my sex life since I fell and broke my wrist
And my other songs are just as bad as this.
Li li li...etc.
Oh, I've sung the folk tradition with my finger in my ear
'Cause half the stuff I'm singing, I just can't bear to hear,
But I'm an artist
Bar after bar
To the strumming of a clamp-totaled beat up five string Kaytell guitar.
In Portland town one night I clean forgot the second verse
(At Chicago House)
So I sang the 27th twice as loud and in reverse, and no one noticed
I took a bow
And a long look at my wrist watch; made some faces at the crowd.
Li li li...etc.
On the stage I stand so bravely, for a folkie is my trade
And I carry the reminder of every gig I ever played,
like at the Legion (Outhouse)
I fled in fear
With the imprint of a Moosehead bottle stamped behind my ear
(Shiner)
And a voice that yelled, "Don't play that shit in here!"
Li li li...etc.
Oh I've got my act together now; I've got it figured out,
Dropping hairballs of string rosin, mainlinin' on the stout
And having hangups.
Pick up my guitar, play in vain
But they are leaving, they are leaving, and the folkie still remains
In this crummy bar to sing one last refrain.
Li li li...ad naseum.
(other and/or variant verses)
Oh, I've sang the folk tradition with me finger in me ear,
And I've massacred folk music with a yard of German plywood and a capo...
I'm like the rest,
I sing the ones that's got two chords in and I disregard the rest.
With Bert Weedon's help, one day I'll be the best.
Li li li etc.
I'm called Lead Fingers Wedlock and my story's seldom told
I massacre folk music with a yard of German plywood and a capo
I do requests
Just the ones that got two chords in and I disregard the rest
When dies someday I'll be the best.
Asking 20 plus expenses I went looking for a gig but I got no offers
Just a come-on from a groupie down in
I do declare
I was feeling rather horny so I had her then and there
Heh, heh, heh, ho, ho, ho, ha, ha, ha!
I have sung the folk tradition with my finger in my ear
Cause half the tripe I'm singing, I just can't bear to hear
It's a load of cobblers
Bar after bar
To the rhythm of an off-key British one-string thatched guitar
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la.
In "Sir Patrick Spens" I clean forgot the forty-second verse
So I sang the twenty-seventh, twice as loud and in reverse
And no one noticed
I laughed for hours
The tears ran down my trousers, I thought I'd wet my drawers
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la.
Oh I am a folk musician, though my songs are seldom sold
'Cause I massacre the music with three feet of Spanish chipboard
and a capo
I do requests;
Just the ones that got three chords and then I disregard the rest
And when Dylan dies I'll maybe be the best
Seeking free beer and expenses I come looking for a job
But I never get no offers--
Just a come on from some groupie in lower Sackville
(down on 6th St.)
I do declare--
I've had problems with my sex life since I fell and broke my wrist
And my other songs are just as bad as this.
Li li li...etc.
Oh, I've sung the folk tradition with my finger in my ear
'Cause half the stuff I'm singing, I just can't bear to hear,
But I'm an artist
Bar after bar
To the strumming of a clamp-totaled beat up five string Kaytell guitar.
In Portland town one night I clean forgot the second verse
(At Chicago House)
So I sang the 27th twice as loud and in reverse, and no one noticed
I took a bow
And a long look at my wrist watch; made some faces at the crowd.
Li li li...etc.
On the stage I stand so bravely, for a folkie is my trade
And I carry the reminder of every gig I ever played,
like at the Legion (Outhouse)
I fled in fear
With the imprint of a Moosehead bottle stamped behind my ear
(Shiner)
And a voice that yelled, "Don't play that shit in here!"
Li li li...etc.
Oh I've got my act together now; I've got it figured out,
Dropping hairballs of string rosin, mainlinin' on the stout
And having hangups.
Pick up my guitar, play in vain
But they are leaving, they are leaving, and the folkie still remains
In this crummy bar to sing one last refrain.
Li li li...ad naseum.
(other and/or variant verses)
Oh, I've sang the folk tradition with me finger in me ear,
And I've massacred folk music with a yard of German plywood and a capo...
I'm like the rest,
I sing the ones that's got two chords in and I disregard the rest.
With Bert Weedon's help, one day I'll be the best.
Li li li etc.
I'm called Lead Fingers Wedlock and my story's seldom told
I massacre folk music with a yard of German plywood and a capo
I do requests
Just the ones that got two chords in and I disregard the rest
When dies someday I'll be the best.
Asking 20 plus expenses I went looking for a gig but I got no offers
Just a come-on from a groupie down in
I do declare
I was feeling rather horny so I had her then and there
Heh, heh, heh, ho, ho, ho, ha, ha, ha!
I have sung the folk tradition with my finger in my ear
Cause half the tripe I'm singing, I just can't bear to hear
It's a load of cobblers
Bar after bar
To the rhythm of an off-key British one-string thatched guitar
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la.
In "Sir Patrick Spens" I clean forgot the forty-second verse
So I sang the twenty-seventh, twice as loud and in reverse
And no one noticed
I laughed for hours
The tears ran down my trousers, I thought I'd wet my drawers
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la.
The words that he spoke, were the wisest of philosophies
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